Getty: Half a billion dollars. I trust you'll take my check.Museum Curator: And why won't the Greeks take you on?Getty: The Greeks will take me on. They will. But I'm not a government. I'm just money. Pure money. And I can do whatever I want.

Big Paul: You don't understand. If I sign, then he has got me. I mean, don't you remember the phone calls day and night? The visits, the repayment schedule, the bullying. That slowly, slowly sucks the life out of you until you are in a garage, at a party, stabbing yourself to death in the chest with a barbecue fork. It killed George. It killed him. And I can't do it. It'll kill me.Gail: It's our son who will be killed!Big Paul: I can't do it.